Dianna hasn’t looked into Cain Shaw’s affairs over the past three years; she only knows that not long after she left Starfall City, he married Christina Shaw. That sensational wedding stayed on the entertainnt headlines for three days, making it hard not to know about it.
However, Dianna didn’t know that Cain already had a son. The son is three years old now; it seems he was conceived right after the marriage.
It appears that he truly is a winner in life, reaching the pinnacle of power, marrying a beautiful wife, and having a son—all the grand slams of life.
Dianna curved her red lips, a few sharp and mocking glimrs spilling from her clear, bright eyes.
She hates Cain Shaw.
Still hates him now.
Cain stood tall and leggy at his spot, watching as Dianna and Yuric Thatcher spoke in the dance floor. Whatever they talked about, Dianna smiled slightly, like they were truly a match made in heaven.
For three years, Jodie Young kept transforming Dianna in various aspects, especially in learning the various manners and etiquettes of a high-class lady. Now, Dianna, in a black strap dress, was dancing gracefully with Yuric Thatcher, and the refined elegance of her profile radiated an astonishing glow.
Mrs. Thatcher nodded with satisfaction, "Jodie, I really think more and more that Dianna is so suitable for our Yuric."
Mrs. Thatcher wished she could make them marry imdiately.
Jodie Young was also very satisfied, her gaze fell on Cain Shaw, hinting, "Mr. Shaw, Dianna is still studying. We all an for Dianna and Yuric to be engaged first, and let them marry after she graduates. Mr. Shaw, do you think Dianna and Yuric are a match?"
Cain knew the implication in Jodie’s words; he didn’t look at Jodie but simply let a faint word roll from his throat, "A match."
After speaking, Cain turned and went to the bathroom.
...
Cain didn’t enter the bathroom; he stood in the dim corridor, silently lighting a cigarette.
Then he heard chatter from outside, it was a few rich young masters gossiping,
"Did you guys see the first ice beauty Dianna, wow, she is really beautiful."
"This ice beauty is not only pretty; she got a doctoral degree within just three years, and I heard the school strongly urged her to stay, and President Young also wanted her to beco a university advisor."
"Compared to those heiresses who only like branded bags and luxury goods, this ice beauty is a genuine talented woman."
"Are you guys falling for this ice beauty?"
"Co on, the other day I saw you driving a sports car to pursue this ice beauty."
"Did you not chase this ice beauty? I saw you try to have a al with her, but she ignored you."
"Alright, alright, this ice beauty is just a dream for you; didn’t you see the ambiguous attitude of the Thatcher and Young families? This ice beauty is about to beco Young Mrs. Thatcher."...
For these three years, Dianna has beco famous throughout City of Crestfall, becoming the heart’s desire of wealthy young n; whenever they gather, they can’t help but talk about Dianna.
There’s even a famous bet in the circle of second-generation rich kids, to see who can win Dianna’s heart first and capture the ice beauty.
Those people outside gradually left, Cain smoked two cigarettes, extinguished the butts in the trash can, and ca to the corridor. Soon, a graceful silhouette walked towards him.
The dance ended, Dianna arrived.
The two t in the corridor, their eyes locked.
Cain stopped in his tracks.
Dianna didn’t expect to et Cain here. Now, Cain stood against the light, his handso face hidden in the sparse glow, but his gaze fixed on her, unblinkingly.
Dianna’s expression didn’t change; she didn’t plan to greet Cain, so she walked directly past him.
At this mont, Cain moved slightly, his tall and straight figure imdiately blocked her like a wall.
Dianna was forced to stop, raising her eyes to look at him.
Cain slightly curled his lips, his voice deep and magnetic, "How, pretending not to know ?"
Dianna sensed the faint tobacco odor from him, and this sll was enough to evoke that deeply buried mory in her heart. She frowned, "Do we know each other?"
Yes, they don’t. She’s not Tanya Sullivan; now she’s Dianna.
Seeing her closely, Cain noticed her skin was like peeled egg whites, covered with soft, fine fuzz, her lips were still tiny, rosy and plump, the youthful purity of a 21-year-old girl.
Cain nonchalantly rolled his Adam’s apple, lowering his voice, "Have the past three years been good?"
He had always been a calm and restrained person, knowing he shouldn’t block her and pretend not to recognize each other was the best, but he still wanted to know if she had been well.
Dianna looked up at him with her small oval face, then spilled out a few cold words, "Whether I’m doing well or not is none of your damn business."
Cain imdiately frowned, his deep voice displeased, "You’ve got so nerve, who taught you to swear?"
"You’re so nosy."
"I don’t want to ddle, but I have obligations to your father. If he were here, he wouldn’t like you swearing either."
Dianna sneered, retorting, "If my father knew you taught until we ended up in bed, I wonder if he would rise from the grave in anger."
She suddenly brought up the topic, ntioning the night at the hotel three years ago. Cain’s thin lips pressed, his deep black eyes quickly darkened.
Both fell into silence.
Dianna didn’t want to linger; she started to walk away.
But in the next second, Cain’s big hand suddenly reached over, grasping her slender wrist tightly.
Dianna froze, she hadn’t held hands with a boy, but she knew how broad his palm was, and his fingertips were covered with rough calluses. That night his hands road recklessly over her, causing excruciating pain.
Dianna reflexively shook off his hand, glared at him coldly, "Don’t touch !"
Cain didn’t an to take advantage, but seeing her react so intensely, clearly showing strong repulsion and hatred towards his touch, that night... she hadn’t wanted it; he forced her.
Cain’s handso face darkened to gloom, "Do you still hate ?"
Three years ago, she left on a rainy night, her final words being Cain, I hate you!
Dianna looked at him coldly, "Shouldn’t I hate you? You ruined my purity, you’re nothing but a rapist, I’ll never forgive you, I’ll always hate you!"
Cain’s throat was dry, plenty to say but in the end, not a word ca out. After a long while, he slowly said, "Fine, what I said hasn’t changed; three years ago you didn’t kill , my life is still yours, you can take it anyti!"
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